The Creators: From Night City

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She first directed a group of people to carefully move a box of explosives from behind the tent before standing up and promising Jiang Bing, "We welcome all enemies of evil to fight alongside us. If you and your forces are willing to lend a helping hand now, the Blind Sisters will remember the friendship you have shown."

Chapter 699 The Demons Attack

Although the hemp rope wrapped around the hilt had been repeatedly soaked with sweat, making it more slip-resistant and durable, Dukahn still felt the broadsword slipping in his hand.

He couldn't help but look at his caravan leader, hoping to gain confidence from him.

Varif was currently wrapping his blue cloth hood tightly around his head to prevent the loose hat from coming loose and obstructing his vision during the upcoming battle.

After pulling his hat tighter, he began adjusting the position of the horn-shaped dagger at his waist.

As a caravan that travels far and wide, each member of the caravan must have some skills. They can handle petty thieves who rob and plunder, but they are completely inadequate when it comes to fighting against demons.

But even if it's not enough, you have to use it; the devil won't play any gentle tricks on you.

Dukahn couldn't help but panic.

War is not a brawl, an assassination, or a one-on-one duel; even small-scale skirmishes are completely different from formal warfare.

On the battlefield, the bravery of an ordinary individual is no longer important. All the things that were once cherished will be turned into supplies to sustain the war, and will be fused together in our desperate fight.

A life nurtured by parents with countless efforts can often be reduced to nothing in just a few minutes, by a fireball, or by a few spears.

War is a stage for death, a breeding ground for fear, and a monster that grows stronger by feeding lives.

Dukahn was in fear.

Although the demon had not yet attacked, he was already feeling weak in the limbs due to the high tension.

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, otherwise fear and panic will exhaust your strength before the battle even begins." Varif had somehow found himself beside Dukan and saw that his hands and feet were trembling so badly that he was practically shaking all over, so he offered words of comfort.

"President, we will win, right?"

"Of course," Varif said with absolute certainty.

He gestured to his underlings to look around the camp, where all the Rogge were fully armed and ready at their posts.

Meanwhile, the merchants, nobles, their guards, and some brave commoners in the camp gathered near the camp gate, carrying a variety of weapons.

Catalyzed by external enemies, all of humanity, long ago setting aside arrogance and prejudice, united to fight against them.

"How many demons are attacking this time?" Kasha asked Flavius ​​from the watchtower beside the wooden railing.

"There are several thousand of them, but the good news is that Andariel and her guards are still holding their ground in the monastery in the Taimo Heights and have not come."

"Don't be nervous, we have reinforcements," Kasha said softly, arms crossed.

Even so, Flavius ​​still frowned.

As unease began to spread throughout the camp, the distinctive sulfurous smell of the demons finally reached everyone's noses.

A dark line emerged from the distance of the black wilderness, and the first thing that caught the eyes of the Rogues was the slow-moving, staggering walkers.

Their disgusting appearance, slow movements, and not-so-bright minds make them less effective in combat than even a farmer with a pitchfork, but their numbers of hundreds or thousands are their greatest weapon.

Except for those that were badly damaged, almost all the corpses that died near the Tamer Highlands were resurrected by Andariel using dark magic. The organization then drove them towards the Rogue Encampment to serve as meat shields to deplete the enemy's ammunition.

Thousands of Fallen Ones were being driven forward by the Great Demons behind them. Although there was no order to their movements, their sheer numbers were enough to bring the atmosphere in the camp to a freezing point.

The large number of robust Fallen Overseers, wielding long whips, are purely products of a large army. Their presence at least ensures that the massive number of Fallen will not collapse at the very beginning of the war.

The primary duty of the giant hellhounds they lead is to devour any Fallen who dares to escape, making an example of them—a duty that even takes precedence over killing enemies.

What's even more troublesome are the rows of Dark Rogues behind them. These elite archers of the Blind Sisterhood, corrupted by Andariel, haven't lost much of their shooting skills. Their years of rigorous training have made their bows and arrows a target for Death.

Needless to say, they were surrounded by fully armed, ready-to-fight Rogue spearmen, as well as a large number of Moon Clan warriors, pitchers, and shamans carrying war drums, casting evil, bloodthirsty sorcery upon everyone.

An astonishing number of demons formed a massive square formation, appearing from afar as a surging mass of heads and a forest of weapons, a dark, overwhelming sight that resembled a giant ant colony.

The reason why all the demons were able to advance and retreat so methodically was due to the tall demon figure at the very back of the entire formation.

It was a demon overseer, whose innate racial talent for command magic and the barbed whip in its hand firmly maintained the discipline of the entire legion.

Of course, with such a large number of demons, a single demon overseer could not possibly take care of them all. In front of him was a whole row of Blood Whippers as his vanguard. These smaller demon overseers were all the enemy's capable henchmen. They were mixed in with the entire legion, helping the demon overseer to project his control magic and maintain the discipline of the entire force.

The probing attacks from the Rogues had already begun when they were still thousands of meters from the camp.

The Rogues drew their bows and unleashed a rain of arrows into the sky. Although they were still using cold weapons, the arrows, aided by magic and gravity, often flew thousands of meters, raining down on the demon formation.

Blood instantly bloomed in patches.

However, this level of attack could not stop the demons' advance. In fact, although the arrows had a high hit rate against the enemy's high density, they could not cause any serious damage.

Many demons, with two or three arrows stuck in their bodies, could still advance as if nothing had happened.

They simply dispersed their formation quickly under the command of the 'overlord' and launched their own counterattack.

The fact that the archers of the Rogue Encampment could launch arrows into the demonic battle formation by hurling them meant that the corrupted Dark Rogues could also launch their arrows over the four- or five-meter-high thick wooden fence of the Rogue Encampment and strike inside the camp.

Fortunately, everyone was prepared for defense, with shields and cover in place, and apart from a few unlucky ones, there were no serious losses.

These projectile arrows rely entirely on gravity for damage. Without the acceleration granted by their original owners and magic, what appears to be incredibly fast to ordinary people is not a difficult attack to dodge in the eyes of the Rogues with their 'eagle eyes'.

Kasha could even leisurely deflect flying arrows with his bare hands, while Flavius ​​could catch nearby stray arrows in his palm and shoot them back at them.

Chapter 700 They've all been killed

As the force of attack, Flavi could unleash a rain of magical arrows with each draw of her bow, wiping out a large number of the most densely packed front-line enemies in the distance. However, she only carried out such attacks a few times before stopping to conserve her magical energy and prepare for the enemy's next attack.

Fallen Ones and walking corpses are like roadside weeds to demons; there are as many as you need, they are purely consumables.

These lesser demons are not the real problem; the deadly threat lies at the rear of the demonic battle line: the demonic catapults, pulled forward by corrupted buffalo.

These machines are not cold, lifeless objects, but hellish war weapons created by demonic blacksmiths from hell using bodies they possess in the Sanctuary. Each catapult is bound to dozens of miserable souls, who eternally emit painful howls as they are burned in the hellish core of the catapult, providing energy for these living weapons.

These weapons of war are the fundamental means that can truly pose a serious threat to the defenses of the Rogue Encampment.

The demons' formation stopped advancing after a certain distance and instead set up camp, establishing protective magic arrays and waiting for the catapults to arrive.

Although this world is still in the stage of cold weapons, the conventional siege warfare in this world is not like the back-and-forth attacks and ant-like sieges of the Middle Ages.

The existence of powerful individual combat capabilities adds many other considerations and variables to large-scale group battles. For one thing, a fully charged Kasha can unleash a rain of arrows within seconds that covers an area dozens of meters in front of the Rogue Encampment fence, enough to destroy any invaders in that area.

Quantity was no longer the sole factor determining the course of war; instead, the strength of individual combat forces exceeding a certain threshold became the crucial factor in determining the outcome of war.

At least under Andariel's command, who was still rootless and adrift, and her demon army, they were not so extravagant as to use a sufficient number of demons as consumables to withstand the attacks of two quasi-Amazonian Valkyries and forcefully break through the Rogue Encampment.

Moreover, there are also powerful figures like Zul who have come in pursuit of the 'Dark Wanderer'.

Of course, there's also Jiang Bing, whom Andariel greatly fears.

This is also why Andariel, despite seemingly having the upper hand, chose to remain in the monastery and only send a portion of his demon subordinates.

She never intended to conquer the Rogue Encampment with these forces; she simply used them as resources to deplete the Rogues' manpower while simultaneously testing Jiang Bing's strength.

What is Jiang Bing doing at this moment?

Watching a play.

There will never be a shortage of rebels and traitors among mankind, and of course, there are also those who harm others for their own benefit.

The location of Camp Rogue was carefully chosen. Behind the camp lies a wide lake, which not only ensures a water supply but also provides some terrain cover for the camp in the flat plains, which is free of natural obstacles, greatly reducing the pressure on defense.

Several nobles from nearby fiefdoms did not think so.

In their view, rather than being buried with the Rogue Encampment, it would be better to choose to flee into the wilderness, where they might be able to find a glimmer of hope in the demons' siege.

This matter remains unreproachable, after all, life is one's own, and these people have the right to make their own choices.

However, the problem lay in the nun's kindness; she simply accepted all the refugees without screening them, as long as she was certain they had not been corrupted by evil.

At Akara's insistence, the camp took in many refugees whose families had been destroyed by demons, as well as mercenaries and nobles.

The nun's decision wasn't wrong; after all, in such a difficult situation, human resources were the most valuable resource.

However, Akara overlooked the human heart, the most difficult thing to control.

Normally, the Rogues risked their lives to ensure the safety of these exiles, but when disaster struck, some of the more cunning nobles not only chose to abandon their posts but also tried to take things from the camp.

“We need a raft, nun, to cross this lake,” the leading nobleman said with impeccable elegance.

The blacksmith Chasi, standing to the side, was so angry that his veins were bulging. If Akara hadn't stopped him, he probably would have smashed the other man's meticulously styled hair onto his head with his hammer.

“These timbers were collected from the wild by the sisters at great risk, and they are all for making arrow shafts and spear handles, not for you to use to escape.”

Several noble guards, swords and shields in hand, faced off against several Rogues, while behind them were servants busy building rafts.

“You can swim there yourselves; there’s no need to use our logistical resources to fight off the demons,” Chasi said angrily.

“There are monsters in the lake. They have been corrupted by the dark magic spread by the Dark Wanderers. Going into the water would be like walking into a trap.”

The leading nobleman responded with an impeccably polite smile.

“You can go from the side of the camp. The demons haven’t gotten close yet. I can have my sisters provide cover for you,” Akara offered a solution.

But the other side smiled dismissively. Clearly, they trusted neither the demons nor these Rogues.

"At such a crucial moment, Sister Akara probably wouldn't want infighting to break out in the camp first."

At the nobleman's signal, a hooded mage opened his palm and a magical flame ignited from it, with the processed wood beside him.

The other party's intention was clear: if negotiations failed, they could burn the timber in a heartbeat and destroy everything.

Akara's vulnerable side is revealed.

“We won’t need much wood, Sister. As long as we escape successfully, we will spread the good deeds of the Blind Sisters all the way. When we reach Ensterg, I will take the initiative to contact reinforcements to support you.”

The nobles spoke grand and polite words in an attempt to maintain the status quo.

Until a blazing fireball was launched thousands of meters by the demon catapult, passing over the Rogue Encampment and landing in the lake behind it, splashing water several meters high.

The demons have begun their attack on the camp.

The nobleman, disregarding any pretense of decorum, hurriedly signaled his servants to move more timber and speed things up.

"Akara!" Chasi immediately called out to the other party, and several Rogge men with bows and spears also looked towards their leader.

While Akara was undecided, she suddenly noticed Jiang Bing watching the commotion with his arms crossed. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly asked for advice.

"What does Mr. Sabur think we should do?"

Jiang Bing pulled some of his attention away from 'Heiml' and, without affecting his communication with the people in the 'Heiml' world, casually offered his solution.

"Kill them all."

Chapter 701 To pacify external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.

The nobleman opposite immediately changed his expression.

“Friend, you’d better think carefully before you speak. If we fight amongst ourselves right now, the only ones who will benefit are the demons outside.”

Ignoring the nobleman's attempts to persuade and threaten him, Jiang Bingli continued speaking to Akara, who was frowning, "Once they leave, the Rogue Encampment will inevitably fall."

"As for why, you know, human nature is very interesting. If they can escape with their lives from the encirclement of demons, what do you think the exiles in the camp will think? Will they still be willing to fight to the death? What will your Rogues who risked their lives to defend the city, those Rogues who sacrificed many sisters to protect these useless bastards, think?"

Jiang Bing pointed at the nobles and said something that made Akara's expression change drastically, and the nobles' faces suddenly turned pale.

"The impact of this is far greater than the burning of some supplies. In fact, if I hadn't found no signs of corruption on them, I would have even suspected that they were traitors sent by the devil to destabilize the camp."

Looking at the nobles whose faces were changing color and the guards who were beginning to riot, Jiang Bing gave his final opinion.

"But now it seems they were just plain stupid."

"In fact, if they had slipped away quietly without a word, they might have had a chance to survive. But now that they've made their move so openly and are trying to escape in a big way, death is the only option waiting for them."

Another scorching fireball streaked across the sky and struck the ground not far from the Rogue Encampment, sending up a shower of flames that set the ground ablaze.

It was clear that those hellish catapults were constantly calibrating their targets, each attack more precise than the last, and the attacks would soon be landing on the camp.

"Sister, you must understand, it's not scarcity that's the problem, but inequality."

As a male lecturer who was well-versed in human nature, Jiang Bing's last words became the final straw that broke the camel's back, ending the lives of more than a dozen people on the other side.

The battle erupted in an instant and ended in an instant.

Realizing the danger, the nobles who struck first were riddled with arrows by the Rogge, who were already on high alert.

Several guards, shields raised, charged forward, attempting to capture Akara to threaten the group.

Their shields flew up and down, deflecting quite a few arrows. One of the guards even unleashed a burst of bright magic, forming a thin membrane of armor on his body, which deflected two arrows that his shields hadn't been able to block.

With the help of magic, his short-distance sprint speed was astonishing, almost turning into a streak of light. However, before he could get close to Akara, he was stopped by a strong figure.